The moth bears the visage of death, on its wings today, as my memory dictates, it has always been this way (×2) I died again in my sleep last night, victimized in heinous atrocity, facts and faces from my waking hours, bring forth a false reality

And as my will surenders to it's violent bloody fate, my line of site fades black, then my eyes shoot wide awake The moth bears the visage of Life, on its wings today, and as my memory dictates, it has always been this way

The line - between reality and dreams is fading, my eyes - gaze into the mirror and see a man thats changing, demise - blackened skies, cloud my eyes the moths are swarming, a new insectoid version of myself is forming the line - between reality and dreams is fading, my eyes - gaze into the mirror and see a man worth hating, demise - blackened skies, cloud my eyes the moths are swarming, my old pathetic human form is mourning

I will die, but the new me will thrive and kill to survive or kill for the thrill or kill just to feel - there is no rhyme or reason, i just need to see blood leaving, the human vessels that i drain in my dreams, they fade away about as fast as their screams!

And as my will surenders to it's violent bloody fate, my line of site fades black, then my eyes shoot wide awake The moth bears the visage of Death, on its wings today, and as my memory dictates, it has always been this way, At least today